5 thrillers, mysteries for summer escape

P.D. James said, “Crime fiction confirms our belief, despite some evidence to the contrary, that we live in a rational, comprehensible, and moral universe.’ ” Ready for some escape into a rational universe? Five new top-notch mysteries and thrillers are here to help out. — Auntie Bpoo, Dr. Paiboun’s recently deceased “transvestite spirit guide.” It’s a wonderful farewell to a boundary-breaking series.

If you’re looking for a fictional good fright to distract you from the real ones, look no further than this third entry in the Hidden Iceland series (available June 23), featuring brainy, glum police inspector Hulda Hermannsdottir. It’s midwinter with blowing snow and little daylight when three bodies are found in and near a remote farmhouse. The talented Jonasson backs up two months to portray — with the precision of Harold Pinter — two complex marriages whose outcomes are not at all ambiguous, this being a crime novel. On a couple of occasions, Hermannsdottir shrieks with horror, and readers will, too. from their families is central to the plot of this first novel, a wrenching melodrama about a Sydney seaside neighborhood that’s rife with alcoholism, marital discord, thwarted good intentions and possibly murder. Londoner Isla Green, intent on sobering up and staying that way, flies to Sydney to help her ever-tipsy father, a suspect in the disappearance 30 years earlier of a neighborhood woman. As the anxious, sympathetic Green investigates, she has the advantage of the “awful clarity” of her newfound but still fragile sobriety.

The author of the Deputy Sheriff Claire Watkins series is off on a winning new tangent with Brigid Reardon, an immigrant Irish housemaid who lands in the Dakota Territory of the 1870s and sets out to clear her goldminer brother in the murder of a “streel,” a Deadwood prostitute. Reardon is a prayerful Catholic

girl who is also appealingly droll and self-possessed. She can be crafty, too, casually extorting train fare to the West from a St. Paul tycoon by mentioning that “your son has been paying improper attention to me.” Brigid also learns to swoon on cue and aim a derringer in this vibrant new series.

In this angry, absorbing, psychosocial thriller, the grisly murders of 17 prostitutes in a seedy Los Angeles neighborhood are ratingsgrabbers for “the candy-colored news programs” but only mild headaches for a police department indifferent to the humanity of the victims. That is, until ticked-off vice cop Esmeralda Perry joins the mother of a victim to zero in on a violent psycho and his respectable enabler. Among the most poignant of the dead women is Jujubee, whose talent as a smartphone photographer produces both fine art and damning evidence.